Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.